The closer you get to Wanshe Valley, the more lush the bushes and vines are, blocking the way.

The group stopped more than two hundred meters away from the entrance of the valley, and saw the white mist emitted from the valley from afar.

The butcher stopped with a bitter face, took out a pill from his arms like a treasure, and said:

"There are piles of poisonous snakes in the valley, and the miasma is everywhere. If I don't take medicine, I will faint. At the beginning, I looked for a few herbs, but only walked in for more than a hundred meters. After I came out, I was seriously ill."

Xin Tianyou caught a glimpse of the "butcher"'s black fingers handing over a pill like sheep dung, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he dared not take it. He pushed it straight back and asked him to swallow it himself, and then stopped everyone from following and walked towards the valley.

In fact, on this isolated island, he is a tiger, and the others are just sheep, so there is no need for a large group of people to protect it.

But Wang Hu believed that etiquette should not be abolished and that there must be a pomp, which is called "to strengthen momentum and increase majesty."

No animal on earth is like a snake, which brings such a gloomy and mysterious feeling to humans. Even those who have never seen a snake have psychological fear innate.

Xin Tianyou guessed that this should be related to the memories of ancient ancestors.

Just imagine, the lethality of jackals, tigers and leopards can be seen, but poisonous snakes cannot be guarded against. After being bitten by a cold child, people will die inexplicably, and why isn't it scary? Over time, fear will be engraved in genes.

"Butterfighter" shrank his head and followed, waving the bamboo stick, saying:

"Except for mountain winds, snakes generally do not bite people unless they are frightened. It is best to find a tree stick and pick them up."

Xin Tianyou smiled and made great strides forward.

The valley is silent, with thick rotten leaves accumulated, and colorful strips can be seen everywhere.

Wanshe's words were exaggerated, and there were definitely thousands of them.

Sensing the movement, the snake on the roadside raised its head and spit out a Xinzi. But when Xintian wandered closer, he rushed into the grass seven or eight meters away, and the "whistle" sound in the woods was endless.

Occasionally, when I saw a gray-black snake shadow as big as a chopstick, bowing and shooting out like a bow and arrow, it was a iron wire snake that made the islanders break their hearts.

The "butcher" was stunned.

I used to go into the valley and trembled, but now I feel like walking in the garden. I only took a cup of tea to pass through the valley, and I couldn't believe it.

After one hundred feet, the terrain gradually grew higher and suddenly became clear.

The cliffs on both sides block the sunlight, and the sea breeze blows, making a cool breeze.

Birds chirping on the branches, mice rustled, and a pangolin crawled into the grass lazily. Two hares leaned behind the grass, one hedgehog chewed under the flowers, and a rock sheep was alert to studying the uninvited guests who had entered the valley, lifting their front hooves to run and climb.

There are so many species, and snakes may not be at the top of the food chain.

The "butcher" found three green orchid plants and found a lot of good things.

Xin Tianyou watched his excavation carefully and was so impressed by the Nanhai School's soul-seeding technique that he was so angry that he shuddered.

Back at the village, the swelling on Yu Qionghua's body subsided, and the black lines on her arms faded into distant state.

Soon, the Qinglan grass was washed and juiced and divided into three bowls.

Drink the first bowl at noon, and Yu Qionghua's complexion returned to rosy. Drink the second bowl in the afternoon and opened her eyes. Drink the third bowl in the evening, and she was able to sit up.

The three doctors were dumbfounded and widely publicized the effects of Qinglan grass to the outside world. But they knew very well that if a god casts a spell, how could this be done?

The next day, Yuqionghua basically recovered. Even the few white hair turned blue, the skin was white and red, and it was blown. But her body was a little weak and needed care.

As dusk approached, Xin Tianyou brought the bamboo chairs from the mountain village, spread the bedding and placed it in the Yu family yard, allowing Yiren to lie on it and breathe fresh air.

Soul-cutting cannot completely erase a person's memory. If stimulated or hypnotized, it may restore part of it.

Xin Tianyou was very confused about whether to awaken Yuqionghua.

A real person in the upper realm of the Holy Fetus woke up and found that he had lost all his cultivation and could bear it? But if he did not wake up, it would be like the original "Jade Fairy" disappeared and he would not save him when he was dead.

Alas, wait a little longer, and let's talk about it when her injury heals.

Yu Qionghua didn't know what she was thinking, but the corners of her mouth were slightly smiling. Occasionally glanced at the young man, which was meaningful.

The sun is soft and gentle, rendering the day's brocade.

The two of them quietly looked at the burning sky, and the red sun slowly set.

Suddenly I smelled a fragrance and saw a beautiful figure walking lightly, waving branches, walking along the fence wall more than half a person high.

The woman was in her early twenties with a goose face and a top bun.

The face is just a middle-class and superior, but it reveals a sense of unrestrained wildness. The figure is tall, with a bulge in front and a tilted back. The journey is graceful and elegant, walking out of a very romantic way.

If the jade flowers are gorgeous peonies, then she is a thorny rose.

"Miss Qionghua, is your condition better?"

The woman looked dignified and looked squinting, and stopped at the fence door. She carried a small bamboo basket on her left arm and raised her right hand to greet her. A clear yellow light flashed through the peony lotus patterned golden bracelet.

The bandit A and B were stunned, their nostrils couldn't help but sniffle. They sucked the fragrance a few times, and they didn't stop her from entering the yard.

Their duty is to block the idle people, but this wonderful person seems to be visiting the disease.

Xin Tianyou glanced at him and exclaimed secretly.

The best, fairy!

He killed Wudai, walked on sharks, and broke into the snake valley. The young man was just a "strong man" image, but he was still a human being. But he pulled the jade jade flowers, which had only one breath, back from the gate of ghosts, and the legend of "The Blood of True Dragon" directly sent him to the altar.

But the Chinese people do not have a strong awe of gods and immortals, and most of them want to gain some benefits.

A few days later, they found that the "Shenxian Ge'er" was stranded on the island, completely for the sake of jade and Qionghua, and had nothing to do with them. However, the swords of the court were actually hit on their necks.

There were few islanders going to Wulong Village to make pilgrimage, and even the bandits gradually became complaints. When Wuday built wooden rafts, everyone had a chance at least.

Mr. Xin ordered that he would not be rebuilt, and even dismantled the raft as firewood. He was powerful and could leave as he could, and those who stayed could only wait for death.

With his fingers in mind, it was only two months before General Feilong visited the island for patrol. Only a few people did not change their original intentions and dared to take the initiative to approach Xintianyou.

For example, Chen Xiucai, anyway, his whole family is not hungry after eating alone, and his head is full.

There is another woman who is unwilling to spend her whole life in the bleak island, and her great youth is abandoned. She is shameless and speaks, and if she can leave with Master Xin, she will be willing to die.

Why?

Shuinan of Longqiu was immediately isolated by the women and was mocked. His parents dared not let her go out on weekdays.

Longqiu is an ancient surname. The word "Shuinan" comes from "Xiaoyaoyou", which is majestic and grand. It says: When Peng moves to the south, the water hits three thousand miles, and then sways up to ninety thousand miles.
Chapter completed!